A/N: Request from the lovely Andie! They'll know it's theirs from the content! Thank you all for your love of my pathetic drabbles. This is my most popular story series with over 80,000 words and 80 reviews. And I owe it all to you guys... Crap, you're making me feel nostalgic and this story has only been posted for less than half a year! Ahaha. Ignore the rant above and enjoy the story. Translations of words you don't understand are on the bottom below the Ending A/N!

DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own Sev and our favorite green-eyed Wizard. *sobs*

WARNING: Yaoi is an important part of these. Please desist in flaming. Is an AU! Dumbledore's still alive and well, Voldy's gonna croak!

-Ryder

P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.

Submissive speaking

Dominant speaking

-Free Reign-

Howling winds raged as a lone figure stumbled across the high peaks, snow and ice buffeting them until a white light flashed brighter than anything around. In their place stood a massive dragon, the coloring a soft cream that bled into pitch black at the extremities. A roar sounded above the blizzard, shaking more than just snow; it awoke something else as well.

-Free Reign-

Severus sat up suddenly, a sharp pain in his chest with each breath he took. His hands shook as he took in the implications of that dream. Only one event would trigger that specific visual; a Mate reaching their Inheritance before magical maturity. Deep within, his Drake rose to surface for the first time in many, many years. The last time it had done so was his own Inheritance. Severus fairly ran down the hallways of his home, wings ripping from his back in a horrifying spatter of blue blood, ragged grunts of pain torn unwillingly from his throat. He cleaned up his blood quickly as the transformation continued without his express permission. Reaching the Wards was an exercise in futility, his body finishing up as the dominant urge to Claim slammed through his long-dormant body. He let out a challenge bugle, inky wings snapping open as he launched right through the accepting Wards.

Gliding higher than where any plane would go; Severus used his heightened senses to seek out his Mate. There! But what was a Frost Drake doing in Surrey? Surrey... Potter? Oh, why did it always have to be those of Evans blood? A soft trill alerted him to the beautiful Drake curled up in a perfectly manicured backyard. He back-winged carefully, barely able to fit in.

Iss'ura, what are you doing near a human dwelling? he asked mentally, snuffling to make sure his Mate was safe from harm.

*Da'kara! You are displeased?* the worry had Severus rushing to assuage it.

No Iss'ura but I am worried about these wounds. Who gave them to you? an even lower hough alerted him to the danger they were still in. Humans could see Frost Drakes, even through strong glamours. Come with me. I shall tend to you and you will answer, my Iss'ura Gheal.

*Da'kara? You have a cave?*

Built long-ago in preparation of your Inheritance. Rest assured, Iss'ura Gheal, you are more than welcome in my home. They must have made quite the sight, deepest ebony and ebony-pointed cream Drakes rising with the sun, but Severus was too busy to care.


Soothing the wounds took little time but relaxing his Mate? Nearly a month passed before his Iss'ura trusted him enough to open up.

*Da'kara, I am ready to talk now.* They were curled together, tails intertwined in comfort. *You may not like me after I have finished.* Severus huffed out a stream of ice, nuzzling his Mate's neck and preening the pitch-black leathery wings with his raspy tongue.

Iss'ura Gheal, I do not speak with false promises. You will always have a place by my side.

*My other half is named Harry Potter...*

-PoV-

Harry spilled everything to his Da'kara; his fears, hopes and dreams as well as his life-story. The ebony Drake stayed silent for a long moment. He trilled softly as a question.

Hush, my Iss'ura. I am thinking. the deep voice crooned mentally. His Da'kara had been the kindest of Mates, bringing him special prey, preening his wings and doing other small favors; Harry felt cherished. Your origins and fame do not bother me, Gheal, but your views on some of those in authority are certainly warranted. If I was to tell you my mortal name, you would not return. Deep onyx eyes bored into his own green, sadness in his Da'kara's gaze.

*I am your Iss'ura, the one made for you to protect and love. You have done nothing but be kind to me... The Claim you radiated the first time we met was strong. Yet you controlled yourself and tended my wounds without comment. I think I could stand to hear the name of my Da'kara without recoiling in horror,* he countered, readying himself for one of his deadliest enemies.

Severus Snape. His Professor? The personalities clashed quite violently in his mind, causing him to snort out an icy mist. You are surprised...

*Da'kara, I expected anyone to be my Mate Match. That it is you makes it confusing but I am honored to be your Iss'ura nonetheless. You are powerful, just and extremely thoughtful as my Da'kara. Did you know it was me?*

Yes, the minute I landed. Harry smiled internally, warmth spreading along his large frame.

*Thank you for telling the truth to me. What are we going to do about Dumbledore and the Dark One? I'll not have you under that monster's claws...* His Da'kara snorted out ice mist, a low Drake laugh coming from his chest.

Which monster are we referring to? Dumbledore has subjected me to the inglorious job of inside-spy. The Dark Lord has subjected me to putting my skills to base uses. Both demand when I can give no more and then press me down when I struggle to stand. I do not think I could stand it if you were Da'kara. Harry snuggled closer, crooning lowly in his throat.

*I, for one, am glad you are my Da'kara. I wouldn't understand anyone else nor submit so readily.*

Are you ready for the fall-out?

-Beginning Term of Seventh Year; Platform 9 and 3/4-

Harry fidgeted as he sat in the compartment with his best mates. How to tell them without drawing suspicion? Oh! He waved his wand and put up the Wards that Severus had taught him.

"Harry? What's up with the new look?" 'Mione asked first, her honey-brown eyes taking in his new clothes. A black leather duster sat on the seat next to him, his grey turtleneck and leather trousers actually quite comfortable with his black boots. Severus had insisted he break his glasses and get his vision corrected; that was an insane relief.

"Seventh years don't have to wear uniforms," he replied, grinning as he stretched out, his legs much longer now. "That and I hit a growth spurt like you wouldn't believe."

"I can see that, mate, but what's with the... leather?"

"My Da'kara insists I look good in it." Hermione and Ron's jaws dropped open and he sat up as they collected themselves.

"You're a Drake?" was said in stereo, both of them shocked.

"What kind?" 'Mione was the first to recover, firing off her question before Ron could get over the fact.

"Frost Drake. My Inheritance was what caused the growth spurt. Yes, he's supportive, sensitive and really powerful. He's also someone you know and don't like. No, he hasn't Claimed me yet; he asked that we wait until I defeat Voldemort." he answered as Severus had asked him to, knowing and even anticipating the questions his best mates would ask him. "Also, he says that you'll know soon enough so don't press for anymore."

"Oh, that's wonderful... Is he hand-"

"Whoa, mate, you said he, as in a guy." Ron interrupted, a small frown on his freckled face.

"Yes, Ron. My Da'kara is a male. He was chosen to protect and love me."

"Alright, but if he breaks your heart, I'm breaking his nose and anything else I can reach." They'd worried that Ron would hate him, but it was apparently unfounded. "What? Bill and Charlie swing both ways." Well then, wasn't that something?

*Da'kara, he doesn't care!*

You still have your friends. I told you they were stupidly loyal after all you'd been through. Sev snarked, a mental wave of happiness filling his mind.

"Harry?"

"He was checking in." he sighed, the after-wash of feelings leaving tingling sensations along his body.

"Good Merlin, you look ridiculously happy... Does he always make you feel that way?" Ron asked, a smile lighting his best mate's face.

"Yeah." Harry lifted the Wards, fighting a smile as Malfoy sneered from the open doorway.

"Pothead, you do know that Warded compartments are recorded by the train?"

"Nope. Figured it wasn't anyone else's business, Malfoy." he replied evenly, his Da'kara in the back of his mind. Drawing on those soft feelings mellowed him out considerably.

"I'm watching you Potter."

"Go right ahead."

Harry strode over to the carriages, petting the thestrals before climbing into the carriage with a few Sixth years (and his best mates) that stared at them before they whispered about their holidays. Ron and Hermione argued about course scheduling, laughing as Ron said something idiotic to set off 'Mione for the hundredth time. The castle Wards welcomed him with a surprising vigor now that he was a Drake. Harry sat through the Welcoming Feast, warnings and typical Hogwarts things.

"Ah, and now to announce our Head Boy and Girl! Please welcome Ms. Lovegood and Mr. Potter!" Harry's mind snapped to the fore, his confusion evident to quite a few people. "Mr. Potter has the highest average for all of his classes."

*Another of Dumbledore's manipulations, I take it, my Da'kara?*

Better believe it, my Iss'ura. Beware the women in your House. I do trust him to try and break any magical Bonds he sees unfit for his plans...

"Sir? What happens if I don't want it?" he asked innocently, green eyes wide.

"Then Head Boy will go to Mr. Malfoy."

"Then let it, Sir. I have enough on my plate this year."

-PoV-

Severus was proud of his Mate and sent as much down the mental Bond. Harry grinned as he conversed with his friends. Minerva and Poppy insisted on dragging him into their conversation.

"Well, I think a Hair-Thickening Potion wouldn't go amiss this year."

"Try a mix of Hair-Thickening and Color Touch. I'll not be dragged into mundane conversations."

"Severus, you look so much better this year. I've been meaning to ask..."

"I do not give out personal information either, gossipmongers."

"Potter's Quidditch ban has been lifted. He'll be able to play now." Yes, if his Iss'ura played, he'd have to be careful. "What has gotten into you?"

"Nothing that would concern you."

Dumbledore demanded to know why his Iss'ura hadn't been in when the Order had gone to pick him up to go to the Burrow.

"Inheritance, Headmaster. Potter's ridiculously more powerful now or have your sensors not noticed? I could feel it in the Hall." he sneered, allowing his fake hatred to surface.

"My, my you are quite touchy tonight. Is it your own Inheritance making a reappearance?"

"Yes. It has not done so for years."

"You wouldn't tell me what it was back then. Perhaps you'd like to share it now?"

"No," he hissed, wanting the comfort of his Iss'ura. "I'll thank you to keep your magic away from my barriers!" Dumbledore's magic snapped away from his mind, the ice shields almost a dead giveaway.

"How people allow that filth in is beyond me."

"You're in a rare mood tonight, Severus."

"Hmph, school has started and you say I'm in a rare mood? Just lovely." Severus snarled, his wand rattling in its sheath. A soothing Bond touch had his shoulders relaxing, causing him to send a mental croon to Harry in thanks. "I think that is all?"

"Come and visit if you have the time, my dear boy."

"I'm not a dear anything." he shot back as a final retort.

Once in Drake form he slipped into the Forest, padding straight to his Iss'ura and nuzzling him.

I am coming to abhor the old coot.

*You can say that again, Da'kara... What stunt was he trying to pull?* Harry snorted, hissing as the Half-Giant approached them with the bolt drawn on the massive crossbow. Severus stood in front of his Iss'ura intent on protecting his Mate. He growled at the Half-Giant, who oddly lowered his crossbow as he nuzzled Harry again.

"Yer Mates... I'm sorry ter disturb ya." Harry breathed out mist, cuddling closer and staring down the Gamekeeper with his large green eyes.

Word of the Drakes in the Forest was spread fast in the school. The cream-colored ebony-point was apparently an unusual color for a Drake, but Severus knew better. He'd seen lilac-points, teal-points and many variants on the color scale at the annual Drake meetings. He'd have to take Harry for this one, but it wasn't for another three months.

-PoV-

Harry sniggered at everyone's assumptions, motioning with his hands that he'd speak with his mates later.

*Da'kara, I'm going to show them my Drake form after dinner. Are you available?*

Iss'ura, I am yours to command. I shall be there. The words I shall think are Drake cavern.

*Thank you, Da'kara Gheal!*

Insolent Drakur. He covered his laugh with a cough in his History of Magic class, causing Professor Binns to blink slowly at him before continuing the same lecture he'd repeated over the past seven years. The class let out and dinner passed with the gossips still hashing out what gender the two Drakes were.

After dinner he slipped away to the Room of Requirement, crooning at his Da'kara and shifting in the blink of an eye. Hermione reached out a hand and stroked his chest plates, causing a low purr to come from him when she scratched the itch he'd had for a while. Ron just stood there a thoughtful look in his blue gaze. Harry shifted back and leaned against Sev as he gave three clues to his Da'kara's identity.

"He's Slytherin, has dark hair, and is older than I am."

"Zabini?" Ron was the first to speak, red brows furrowing as his strategic mind snapped into place.

"Nope, not even close." Hermione looked from him to his Gheal, taking in his relaxed stance and Severus's occasional possessive nudge. "'Mione? You want to try?"

She smiled softly and laughed, shaking her head. "...Oh, Harry. I know already. You're letting Ron figure it out on his own." she whispered, stroking back a stray strand of his much longer hair. "That's what he needs."

"Erm, 'Mione? What are you-Oh. Heh."

"Ron, my Da'kara would take offense were she to do anything 'advancing.' As he has not neither should you." he said with a wide grin, laughing as Severus nuzzled his ribs. "Quit that you. I'm perfectly fine."

-I wish to hold you and was trying to get your attention without disturbing your friends.- He shifted back and snuggled close, enjoying the feeling of warm wings wrapped around his much more slender frame. His Da'kara was larger in frame, often draped over him in scenting sessions that Harry bore with good humor as he hadn't been Claimed yet.

"Harry, we'll just go. See you at breakfast!" 'Mione pulled a still-thinking Ron out of the Room.

"But-"

She is more perceptive than I would normally give her credit for.

*Da'kara, please. Hermione has known since I stared at you in Potions class. Ron wasn't in it and he's a bit dense when I comes to myself and relationships.*

Draco has been eyeing me rather oddly, Iss'ura. Did you have anything to do with that?

*I might have?* Severus growled and he spilled *Okay! I might have stared him down in Drake form... And projected your voice?*

He thinks I'm you? Harry, Harry, Harry... We can't do that to my Godson. Although that is the most Slytherin thing you have ever done; within my knowledge base, of course.

*Nope; asking the Hat to be in Gryffindor was.* Severus snorted out icicles in surprise. *And avoiding Dumbledore since he seems intent on speaking with me this Year.*

He asked if my Inheritance acted up. Nosy, high-handed bastard, is he not?

*Like you wouldn't believe.*

The months passed quickly and with it, the assumption that Harry was free to date as he hadn't dated anyone. He shot down all prospective suitors (of both genders), basking in the glow of his Da'kara's affection.

"Harry, why are-Oh! Oh my Merlin. You already have somebody... Who is it?" Ginny questioned him before her eyes went wide.

Ending A/N: Ha! Next time is the annual Drake meeting, which means OCs and OMCs galore! I hope you all enjoyed it! As always, folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES! Although, some of these are over 4, 000 words... so does that make them ficlets instead of drabbles?

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